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Although my mind flinches away from it, my body welcomes the pain with open arms.
I clench my fists, every muscle clamping down in release. My toes curl, my legs cramp, my head throbs, and yes, my thigh hurts so bad, his teeth digging into me like he’s going to gnaw his way clean through.
At the peak, I don’t care. He could have ripped my leg off in the middle of that climax and I wouldn’t have felt anything but bliss.
Panting, I come back to awareness. His tongue plays between my thighs, lightly tracing swirls in the sea of wetness he created. Not to give pleasure, not exactly. But to remind me of what I want most.
“There’s a reason I maderedyour safeword.”
He looks up at me, his eyes flashing in the darkness. I still can’t see more than the vague shadowed outline of his shoulders, certainly not the expression of his face. His light, careful voice tells me nothing. He talked like that while I screamed. He wraps his hands around my thighs above my knees, keeping me pinned to the mattress despite the play he left in the chains. His hands aren’t punishing, but I remember the way those fingers sought out each and every well of pain all across my body.
“Are you starting to understand now?”
I nod, but since it’s so dark, he might not be able to see. “Yes,” I whisper. “Master.”
“I’m going to warn you one last time. The only way to end this is to give me your safeword and mean it. I’m going to take you to the very threshold of what you can endure, and if you don’t stop me, I’ll go beyond it. You’ll bleed, and I won’t care. In fact, I’ll love every minute of it. Do you understand? There’s nothing to stop me but you.”
My lips tremble, mumbling my answer. “Yes.”
“The only way to get me to fuck you is to give me that word in the middle of the pain. For it to mean you’re going to die if I don’t stop. Then I will.”
10
Ican’t cry anymore. I don’t have any tears left. My throat is hoarse, my lips raw. I taste blood in my mouth.
So does he.
Every bite throbs in my flesh, building in crescendo. Each one is a bonfire, lighting the way up my body, a trail of fire and agony that he dots and crosses without end. My thighs. My stomach. My breasts. He pinches the skin low on my belly, just above my pubic hair. I heard about the root chakra before, but I honestly had no idea. The sting of his teeth there almost did it. I almost gave him what he wants.
But now I know the danger I didn’t understand before.
I’ve always known I’m broken. I simply didn’t realize how badly. Or rather, I thought I healed those splintered bits of me after I moved back home. In fact, I’m stronger now. Those shards fused back together and gave me a new life. I’m in control of my life with a job I love. I’m thinking about going back to school to earn my certification as a vet technician. I have friends and family who love me.
But lying chained and bleeding in his bed, I want to throw it all away. Part of me wants to simply lie here and let him bleed me dry. I’d even enjoy it.
So would he.
His voice rolls over me, lifting me as high as the pain. He groans like a man feasting after nearly starving to death. I know that feeling all too well. He fed my emptiness for hours earlier, making sure to fill me up with all the pain and pleasure I could hold before he carried me to his bed.
The least I can do is let him feast to his heart’s content. Even if I have to bleed.
Because he didn’t make a single sound of pleasure until he tasted blood. Once my skin gave way beneath his teeth, only then has he given me the beginning of his pleasure. I can only imagine how rough and raw his shout of release will be. Really, that’s the only thing holding me back, keeping me from letting everything go and drifting away into nothingness.
I want him to come inside me.
He moves up higher, hovering over me on his hands and knees so he can reach my neck. Unbuckling the collar with harsh, quick jerks, he throws it aside so he can grip my throat in his jaws. Gently, he presses his teeth ever so lightly into that fragile skin.
I want his bite here. Everyone will see it. It will look so bad against my pale skin, bruised and raw and ugly, so obviously not a hickey. No one will be able to look at that mark and think I’m okay.I’m not okay.
“Stop me, kitten.” He rubs his mouth back and forth, scraping my throat with his teeth. “Give me what I need.”
One big hand smooths down my flank to cup my groin. He shudders against me, giving me more of his weight. His cock grinds against my thigh, hot and hard and so thick it’s going to stretch me even though I’m more than ready for him.
“I want to tear you up.” He bites at my throat, his teeth sharpening each word. “I want to fuck you until you scream. Give it to me, Ranay. Give it to me!”
I open my mouth, but I can’t get my brain to work. The wires of communication have shorted out, nerves overloaded by his skillful manipulation. My whole body shakes with effort.
His teeth clamp harder on my throat, hard enough to compress my windpipe. I think about him plunging deep inside me, out of control and wild. My back arches, my hands straining to reach him. I want to fist my hands in his hair and hold his head close to the end.
